Back Seat Driver
As mommy works her way through traffic on the parking lot referred to as the 10 freeway…
Lucy: Dribe fasta’ mommy
As Daddy zips through LA Traffic….
Lucy: Whoa Daddy, too fast , too fast Daddy! Dribe slow please. I ‘cared (scared).
Daddy: Ok. Sorry Lucy.
Lucy: Tank you Daddy
As Grandma Baba makes illegal U-turns and weaves in and out of traffic (late for an appointment)…
Lucy: Grandma, dribe slow paleez (please). Tank you!
Reasoning
As we wake from our nap…
Mommy: Lucy can you please turn off the white noise machine?
Lucy: No, mommy do it.
Mommy: (Asserting my dominance :) )Lucy, can you do it please?
Lucy: No, mommy do it.
Mommy: Please?
Lucy: (Smiling) Ok. (Then she pauses as she hears an airplane overhead). No Mommy, I can’t. There is an airplane.
Mommy : (Confused) What is going to happen with the airplaine?
Lucy: (In disbelief) The airplane will touch my skin!
Mommy: Um, ok….well the airplane is gone now. Can you turn it off now?
Lucy: Ok J
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